
It was not yet so bright, and the entire small town was shrouded in the darkness of twilight. It was extremely peaceful, as if the events of the previous night had never happened. Song Kun was half-lying on the bed with most of his shoulders and arms open, and a subordinate with medical knowledge carefully bandaged him. His eyes were red-framed, and the veins on his forehead were protruding, yet his eyes were very bright when he asked his subordinates, “Wen Rong has not returned?”
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The subordinate replied, “Dr Wen went to an old village in the mountains yesterday to take care of a patient. He'll just be back tonight.”
Song Kun hummed coldly.
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Next to him, Qin Sheng's face had also been cut by flying debris, and his back was also injured, though not seriously. He sat pouting on the edge, smoking. The atmosphere in the room was extremely gripping and stifling.
Bo Jinyan was sitting across, smoking. As his sunglasses reflected the light, he exuded a calm and serene atmosphere, yet with a certain sharpness. Zhao Kun stood the furthest away from the others, constantly looking out the window.
Song Kun asked, “Zhao Kun, what do you see?”
Zhao Kun said, “Nothing, I just thought of Ah Chen, and where he is now.”
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Within their organization, Zhao Kun had always been the one who placed the most importance on friendship. Hearing his words, Song Kun also felt as if a dull blade was sawing his heart. Zheng Chen had been with him from a young age, loyal and devoted. Who could have imagined that he would leave like this?
At the same time, he felt a kind of voidness due to the sense of helplessness that appeared within him. Although it was to catch a mole and remove the hatred in his heart, the fact was that he had lost two of his generals in one night. However, Gu An was a police officer and did not deserve the slightest pity. He had traded it for the Smiling Snake, which he had used so satisfactorily.
He said, “Ah Chen has no family. Do a good job with the funeral arrangements. ”
Others answer in unison, “Oke.”
Song Kun also said, “Police officers have been moved, so this place is safe at the moment. However, I don't think this will last long. The information had passed through the hands of the police, and although it did not indicate this location, I could not calm down. Everyone should rest and reset for the next two days. Qin Sheng, Zhao Kun, Ah He is not familiar with our organization, the two of you brought him to inspect our people and property. Our plan has been advanced – we will evacuate this place within three days.”
Smiling, Bo Jinyan asked, “Bos, where are we going?”
Song Kun looked at her, also smiled, and replied, “Myanmar.”
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After ‘meeting’, Bo Jinyan returned to her temporary home. When he pushed the door, he saw Jian Yao lying on the bed, staring out the window, where clouds floated in a sea of light.
Bo Jinyan took off her sunglasses and placed them on the living room table. After staring at him for a while, he felt his heartbeat quicken. Since he could not explain the reason, he hated himself for a moment. Then, he walked over to sit next to her and held her hand.
After shooting Gu An the night before, they knew other gang members would rush towards that location, so Bo Jinyan and Zhao Kun had to head immediately towards Song Kun to avoid exposure. Thus, Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao did not have time to talk after looking at each other. Bo Jinyan once again wore her sunglasses.
Bo Jinyan immediately replied. “No, Jian Yao, forgive me, I have no intention of doing so. Actually, I didn't expect you to come so soon. My original plan was to finish everything, then return to Beijing to look for you. I swore in front of Ziyu's grave not to open my eyes to see the world before it. .”
“Then?” she said. “Why do you still not say anything?”
She was silent for a while before saying, “I considered it. Our actions today are very dangerous. If you knew that I had regained my sight, no matter how carefully we pretended, your subconscious mind would assume I had returned to my normal self. Then, your manner of speaking and attitude may have given the game that. It would be dangerous for you and me. ”
Jian Yao laughed and said, “Indeed. I can't put on a show as good as you can. ”
Bo Jinyan was relieved to see him laugh. He held his hand on his chest and said, “I know you have your suspicions, but I decided not to pay attention to them and just have faith in you. You are the best and smartest woman in the world. Thank you, Jian Yao.”
A conflicting mixture of grievance and warmth appeared in Jian Yao's heart. He lowered his head and remained silent. Bo Jinyan pulled him into her embrace; she wanted to fight free, but she hugged him tighter. After a while, he stopped thrashing and placed his head on his chest.
Right, he's been suspicious, many times.
Ever since the two of them reunited, in front of him, Bo Jinyan had constantly shown an almost human level of sensitivity, causing him to harbor growing suspicion. As they chased after Luo Lang, Bo Jinyan spent time alone with him, which then led him to conclude that Luo Lang was the killer. Something about this has been a little suspicious for him.
The most obvious clue should have been that night they were drifting inside the water tank. He had gripped her hand and brought her to touch her eyes and eyelashes repeatedly. At that moment, Jian Yao almost burst into tears and wanted to ask what had really happened during their farewell year. But in the end, he held back. She was afraid that it was only because she was too sensitive; she did not want to make him in greater pain or even disappointment. He also thought, if he could really see, then he would definitely tell her. . .
Jian Yao lowered her head. Bo Jinyan looked at his nape, fair and slender. After a while, he could not bear it anymore, and gently kissed her there. “Do not be angry, dear. . . Jian Yao.”
Jian Yao.
These words fell directly into his heart, causing waves of warmth to spread throughout. Jia Yao sighed, and said, “How can I bear being angry with you? You made the right decision. If I knew that your vision had been restored, with this in my subconscious mind, in moments of carelessness, I would treat you as an ordinary person. It would be a disaster if the masked killer or the Buddha's Hand knew about it. In addition, this is your ‘weakness’, which causes the masked killer to lower his vigilance, allowing him to be killed. He turned his head, held his face between his hands and finally, smiled. He said, my “Jinyan, you have now become ‘bad boy’, can unexpectedly cheat everyone in this dangerous game we play, and make a big game move.”
Bo Jinyan's lips pursed tightly. He said, “I just used my knowledge of psychology to play around with them. I'll never be a bad boy.”
Hearing his words, Jian Yao felt her heart become soft, and she looked into his eyes. Those eyes were as clear and shrewd as before, and also had the haughty and indifferent nature of Bo. However, he did not know if he was wrong, but when he looked into those deep black eyes, he seemed to see a gentle touch of affection.
“Is this Ziyu cornea?” he asked gently.
He made a vote of approval.
She leaned over and began to season her eyebrows and eyelids with a gentle kiss, while Bo Jinyan gently stroked her face. The affection in those little touches grew and covered the whole small, narrow, dimly lit room.
After a while, Jian Yao's tears fell. He hugged Bo Jinyan's head and placed it on his chest. Her fingers traced her soft short hair, and she said softly, “Jinyan ah, this is heavy for you.”
Bo Jinyan did not speak. His head remained buried in his arm as he breathed slowly.
After a certain lapse of time, Jian Yao felt the front of her clothes wet.